Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming had died one after the other at Lin Lang's hands. Everyone knew the Golden Coin Gang was finished.
Without a Great Grandmaster, they could not hold on to such vast territory.
Someone shouted, "Right Envoy of the Demon Cult, from this moment on, you're number one under heaven! Are you going to unite the martial world?"
Lin Lang: "???"
Who was this ignorant fool? Killing Shangguan Jinhong made him number one under heaven?
He looked toward the voice and saw a man with a stiff face hiding behind the crowd.
Lin Lang charged over in an instant. The man immediately tried to flee, only to be seized.
Reaching out, Lin Lang tore something off the man's face, then flung him into the clearing.
"Since when did you Jianghu people get to pass judgment on my affairs? Go back and tell Liu Xi to stay quietly in the palace. Showing the Jinyiwei respect doesn't mean I have to show the Western Depot any!"
Others did not know who this man was, but he knew perfectly well.
Peng!
Lin Lang struck the dantian of Ma Jinliang, Chief Head of the Western Depot, draining all his internal energy before piercing his dantian with true qi.
Even if he wanted to practice martial arts again, it would be utterly impossible.
Dragging his gravely wounded body, Ma Jinliang scrambled away on his hands and knees.
He was one of the Western Depot's finest experts, at Grandmaster Peak, his martial prowess second only to Director Liu Xi's, yet he had failed to withstand even one move from Lin Lang.
And his identity had been seen through immediately.
This man must never be provoked again!
Lin Lang swept his gaze over everyone. "Weapons aren't superior or inferior; only the people wielding them